Текст песни Пурген - Злые пастухи

Quiet morning, beautiful sunrise
On the streets of City anybody yet
Sleeping people in cozy homes
Birds sitting on wires
PR: Red Sun
Alarmingly rises
On that day
It is light a shed?
City woke up and began to breathe
People run to get to work
Tranport stream
It flows like a river
Shopping centers like islands
PR: Only eleven
Inhumans, not sleeping
The long awaited this day
Powerful explosions, attacks from the sky
Maybe it's the Muslim devil?
No! It's simple
Someone beznes plan
Demolition of buildings
The political clan
Get insurance,
Evidence erase
3000 corpses,
Their souls shout
For each
Millions of arms
Good business
For the hell of the family!
PR: Do you have a lot of money,
You probably are gods?
No,
You just
Devils
And in the oven
Gori